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Wednesday, February 25, 2015

Depression Is Forever

Sometimes I forget just how bad it can be. How completely and utterly full of despair I can become. How out of control I can feel.
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It had been so long. Of course, I have never been in full remission with my Depression, but for a long while now, I had been very stable. Until recently. Until I felt that all too familiar rush of anxiety, hopelessness, and unstoppable tears.

Having just started a new job in December, I was running into some problems at work. I was stressed and worried about my future in this new role. I’m not sure if it was due to the time of year, the pressure of a new job, or the general build-up of work-related stress, but I had a meltdown. A meltdown that lasted about a week.

I didn’t sleep. I could barely eat. I had constant stomach pains and headaches. I was scared to go to work, or even leave the house. I became paranoid that I was going to get fired, and that my partner wanted to leave me. I cried at the drop of a hat. I thought my world was ending.

The logical part of me recognized that this was an episode of Depression. I had experienced it many times before, and it was just a matter of time before it ended. But as the hours dragged on, I slowly lost touch with logic. I began to think that this would last forever. I felt hopeless, ashamed, and guilty.

I tried to hide it from people at work, which was fairly easy because they don’t really know me well. I tried to hide it from my mom, but it didn’t take long for me to seek comfort from her. Worst yet, I tried to hide it from my partner. I knew that he didn’t quite have an understanding of my illness yet, how it can creep up on me with no reason or warning, and how quickly it can consume me. I thought it would just be easier to suffer in silence, and save him from the trauma of seeing me this way. Well, that didn’t work.

It wasn’t long before I could no longer contain it all. I blurted it all out – my irrational fears of losing my job and him leaving me, the fact that I hadn’t slept more than a few hours in the past three days, along with the tears that had built up behind wide, terrified eyes. He reassured me that he wasn’t going anywhere, that I was simply over-thinking things. I agreed, but I didn't believe him. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity (which was really a few days), I was normal again (normal being subjective and self-defined).

This is a prime example of how Depression never really goes away. I will have this illness, this sickness, this disease, for the rest of my life. It’s easy to forget just how bad it can really be. You can go a long while without any major symptoms, but they will always come back. And it’s usually when you’re the least prepared.

My advice to you is to enjoy every moment of the good times, and to always be prepared for the bad times. I don’t mean that you should live in constant fear of your Depression, but don’t ever let yourself be ambushed by it. For some of us, Depression is forever. Don't let it fool you into thinking it's not.

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  1. I completely agree, thanks for sharing

  2. Depression is always there. It never leaves you. I was told by a psychiatric nurse and doctor that I could be bi-polar. I had one or two really frightening episodes about three maybe four years ago and three years before that I had the second episode. It lies dormant for years then it only takes a hair trigger to set it off. I am kind of ok now but there are other symptoms of depression that really wear me down like not sleeping. I was prescribed an anxiety/anti-depressant but I know it's not working. I just to sleep! It's the insomnia that is the worst. My head hurts because I'm not sleeping it is a viscious circle. It's maddening!

    I understand exactly what you are going through Rain. My heart goes out to you. I have found ways of coping. I knit and sometimes I write. I also pray all the time I pray. I talk to God and the Sacred Heart. I read and sometimes...sometimes I sew. I cannot cry. The medication leaves me feeling numb. Emotionally crippled, emotional paralysis. I want to stop taking them because of tjis emotional paralysis. I want to detoxify my body. I need to purify my body.

    The GP won't listen. All she does is shove pills at me. She hasn't got time to listen. I want to be well. But the medical professionals? All they see now are pound signs.

    My head hurts I need to rest my eyes. Thank you for sharing your thoughts. I do identify with what you are saying.

    Ask God and the Sacred Heart for guidance. They won't ever let you down. I have taken overdoses in the past and in one episode I cut myself. But it hurt too much so I have not attempted that since. I did not want to die. I just needed to quiet my overthinking brain and sleep. To rid myself of negative and sometimes violent thoughts. Since I returned to pray and God I habe not had any of those thoughts since. So Our Heavenly Father and Jesus are listening!

    I pray I knit I doodle I write.

    Look after yourself Rain and never stop believing. Trust in God and Jesus. I pray you have positive thoughts. Stay blessed dear Friend(can I call you my Friend? Love and hugs


    1. Hi Sandra,

      Thank you so much for your kind words. It's always comforting to know that others sometimes feel the same way. I'm so glad you have been able to find your own ways to cope. And of course you can call me Friend :)